La Mujer Loca

Chapter 4

They claim, 'You are free.' But they append fine-print conditions in invisible ink. Free, provided you swim with the current. Free, as long as you do not disrupt their comfort. Free, provided you remain within the parameters.

I attempted autonomy, original thought, pathfinding. I rejected the roles I never signed up for. But the world develops a hypersensitivity when one exercises agency.

'Why can’t you be like other women?'

'Don’t be eccentric, you’ll compromise your matrimonial prospects.'

They frame this as 'advice.' In reality, it is a shackle coated in pink ribbon. They preach female emancipation in seminars and pulpits, while appending a microscopic footnote 'Maintain the family name, uphold the decorum, and never discard your biological destiny.'

Now, ladies and gentlemen. Permit me to pose a question what truly is 'biological nature'?

'Cleaning the house, cooking, nurturing children?' Is that your hypothesis? It appears your cognitive functions are still locked in the patriarchal epoch, are they not?

HAHAHA! Very well. Before I provide the answer, let us define 'Nature'. It is an innate biological imperative a law of nature. So, what is intrinsically linked to a woman from birth?

'Gestation, parturition, lactation.' Those are biological functions! But that does not mandate us to become mere incubators of the species. Our bodies, our choices. Do not feign ignorance regarding human rights.

The 'freedom' offered is merely an illusion of choice. You may pursue education, provided you do not exceed the intellectual threshold of your partner. You may work, provided you maintain domestic labor. You may speak, provided your decibels remain modulated and 'soft.'

That is not freedom. That is a cage painted in pastel shades.

The world compels us to smile even when the psyche is in a state of necrosis. It forces us to experience guilt simply for existing as ourselves. 'Don't be selfish, consider the others.' Since when did a woman’s desire become synonymous with selfishness?

I do not demand the world. I only demand control over my own biological and intellectual autonomy. Yet, even that is branded as insurrection. Must I apologize for failing to manifest as the version of womanhood you anticipated? Must I confess to a sin simply because I refuse to be subordinate?

They decree 'If you feel no remorse, you are not a virtuous woman.' But since when is emotional state a metric you are qualified to calibrate?

This tribunal is inherently biased. I sit in the defendant’s chair solely because I chose a path unmapped by their design. The prosecutor before me glares with scriptures and tradition. There is not one judge; there are many. Everyone assumes the bench. Everyone feels entitled.

'Why are you not wed?'

'Why do you not wear a skirt?'

'Why is your articulation so defiant?'

They weaponize religion to justify dominance. Yet, when the logic is mirrored back at them, they scream, 'Do not politicize religion!'

'Your nature is domestic.' 'Women are meant to be overshadowed by men.' And when you inquire, 'Where is the evidence?' They suffer a sudden, convenient amnesia.

It is absurd. They utilize faith as an arsenal, forgetting that faith is a path, not a shackle. And God... God is not so impoverished in character as to be utilized as a justification for your fear of a thinking woman.

They do not desire 'good' women. They desire 'subservient' subjects.

'We are human beings, not canines conditioned to obey a master.'

And I shall not petition for absolution from those whose hearts have been desiccated by synthetic morality. If my sin is the pursuit of freedom, then let me be labeled a sinner.

Because one thing is certain 'Human absolution is never sincere. But God’s absolution... always knows who is truly lost.'